Monday, April 16, 2012

Dear Little Lyre of Jesus,

1893 - Dear Celine, "There is a passage in the Canticle of Canticles which suits perfectly poor little exiled Celine. Here it is: 'what do you see in the spouse except choirs of music in an army camp?' Oh yes, my Celine's life is really a field of battle.... and nevertheless, she must sing. Her life must be a melody, a choir of music.... Celine is the little lyre of Jesus. Is a concert complete when no one sings? Since Jesus is playing, must not Celine sing? When the tune is sad, then she will sing the song of the exile, and when the tune is joyful, her voice will make the strains of the homeland heard. All that takes place, all the events of life, will be only distant sounds that will not make the little lyre of Jesus vibrate. Jesus alone has the right to place His divine fingers on it; creatures are means, instruments, but it is the hand of Jesus that conducts everything. We must see Him alone in everything... Oh, dear Celine, what pleasure Jesus has with His little lyre! He has so few of them in the world; allow Him to rest near you; do not grow tired of singing since Jesus never grows tired of playing. One day, up above in the homeland, you will see the fruits of your works... After having smiled at Jesus in the midst of tears, you will enjoy the rays of His divine Face, and He will still play on His little lyre..." St. Therese of the Child Jesus

welcome!

by Nancy Shuman

'You are my letter,known and read by all men,written on your hearts.Clearly you are a letterwritten not with inkbut by the Spirit of the living God, not ontablets of stonebut on tablets of fleshin the heart...' 2 Corinthians 3:2